Hot Zuko の小説・ストーリー

There was a time when he was slightly laughing and scratching at his senses, which further added to his strong appeal even though he didn’t mean to. I looked down at his parted lips, and that’s how my two cheeks got hot because of a memory. “Hey, are you okay? Why do you look like a bee has bitten your cheeks?” Feli woke me up. “Huh? What? Ahm, it’s quite hot right now.” I avoided looking at her. I just ignored the way she and Porsche looked at each other because of what I said. I just decided to eat the spaghetti on my plate.

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.

Zoe asked as she crossed the room to the hot tub. “Yep. Looks like Cora thought of everything.” I nodded. “Everything indeed.” Gunnar chuckled as he picked up a box of magnum condoms on the end table with rolled towels. “I knew I liked her.” Zoe laughed as she slipped into the hot tub. “Oh…that’s nice. As werewolves, we heal fast and yadda, but that doesn’t mean my body isn’t still sore from you two.” She sighed as her body relaxed in the water.

I need to see Cori alive with my own eyes before I fight back. I pull the shirt over my head, which isn’t easy because it’s sticking to my skin. With perfect accuracy, I throw it into Fernandez’s face. The satisfying splat is only a momentary victory. He reaches in, turns on the hot water, and turns off the cold. When I scream and try to leap out of the tub, he backhands me, sending me to the bathtub floor with hot water pouring over me. My next scramble to get out of the tub is just as unsuccessful and my legs get tangled in the chair and it lands on top of me. The scalding water has me up on all fours trying to slide out of the tub. The stomp on my ribs is so hard it takes the air from my

“You’re just perpetually too hot for this planet, princess. You burn brighter than the sun.” “Zeke, I’m being totally serious right now. I feel like I’m trapped inside an active volcano about to blow.” He crosses the room immediately, his expression shifting to concern, and presses his cool hand firmly against my forehead. His palm feels shockingly icy against my skin, but he frowns deeply. “You don’t have a fever, though. Your temperature is normal. Maybe you’re just—” his eyes drop suggestively to my lips, lingering there, “—burning for me in a different way?”

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

Caden said, his voice stronger than it had any right to be, “I’ll mark her. I’ll claim her as mine. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” His words were the final straw. The last thread tethering me to sanity snapped, and Zuko surged forward, taking control. My vision blurred, my body convulsing as fur sprouted from my skin. The growl that tore from my throat wasn’t human—it was pure, primal rage. “She is not yours to mark!” Zuko growled, his voice a guttural snarl that echoed through the room. Without hesitation, we lunged at Caden, claws extended, ready to end this once and for all.

I muttered to Andy before walking toward Jaxon, who was already on his feet and approaching. Up close, his glare wasn’t fully directed at me. It was aimed at Andy. “What are you doing with her?” he asked, voice unexpectedly hoarse, deep, low — so low I could feel the rumble under it. I took in his appearance. Ruffled hair falling over his forehead, brushing his brows, giving his eyes a dangerous look. When his gaze landed on me for a split second, my stomach dipped and I felt warm. He was hot. Too hot. And I shouldn’t be finding him attractive.

Alina cooed in a comforting tone. I grimaced, "How do you know. There's no telling what I sent him into. I didn't think this through properly and he fucking agreed to this dumb idea. What have I done?" I ran ahead through my hair, tousling it further. "I can still feel him, his energy, so that means he's doing just fine. He's a fighter Zion. Unlike your mother, he was built for war. I hate to say it, but he stands a higher chance here so have faith in the odds." Her voice was so emotionless. The stoic expression masking her face seemingly odd. I knew it was because of the dark magic.

he placed his tip at her entrance, intensifying everything she was already feeling, "I want you, please, Zaddy." Shola woke up to the chirping of birds in the trees and the sun's rays blessing her beautiful bronze skin. She felt sore all over but great inside. She smiled to herself, coinciding her lower lip between her teeth and she remembered the previous night. That was when she realized she was no longer inside the red room. And also, that Solano was nowhere to found inside the room.